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* Doo, be, doo, be, doo

* Doo, be, doo-be-doo * Doobee, doobee, doobee-do *

* Doo, be, doo-be-doo * Doobee-doobee-do be-dah *

* Doobee-doobee-do be-dah * * Doo, be, doo, be, doo

* Doobee-doobee-do be-dah * * Doo, boo, doo, be-bah

* Doo, be...

* Doo, doo, doobee

* Doo, doo-wah.

(school bell ringing)

All right, class.

Recess is over.

(all grumbling)

I know.

Malcolm, I think you should say something

to your classmates.

They stayed inside while you were out

playing ball with your friends.

Thanks.

* Yes, no, maybe

* I don't know

* Can you repeat the question?

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* And you're not so big

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* You're not the boss of me now *

* And you're not so big

* Life is unfair.

(groans)

I don't know why Mom makes me get up at 8:00.

School doesn't even start till 8:15.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

You look different.

I took a shower.

I knew it!

(humming)

REPORTER: ...on the state- legislature-sponsored initiative

limiting the cabinet's attitude

of overanalyzing past and current positions,

aimed toward curbing this type of governmental interference.

In international news, boring, boring, boring.

I'm incredibly boring.

Do you know who's boring? Me.

Boring, goring, zoring, loring, doring, noring, foring.

Why haven't you changed the channel yet?

(cartoons playing)

What? I took a shower.

Is that a crime?

Reese, is this going to be a daily thing?

Because we got a schedule...

Honey, let me handle this.

Son, are you on drugs?

No, it's just...

Why doesn't everyone just leave me alone?!

Wow. Usually we don't get someone storming off

from the table until after pancakes.

ANNOUNCER: Hey, kids, it's a new,

improved sleepy-time Herbie,

now with super-sleepy fuzzy fur.

I'm sleepy.

Herbie's not available in stores.

Order yours now

through this special TV offer.

(yawns) Hi, Dewey.

I can make you happy.

I can make your brothers be nice to you.

I can get you out of school.

Your parents want to buy me for you.

All you got to do is ask them.

They're right there in the kitchen.

Why don't you go ask them?

Go on. Yeah.

Go ask them.

Can you buy me a Herbie?

No, they're too expensive.

Maybe. Ask me again in four seconds.

Can you buy me a Herbie, please?

Didn't you just hear me?

I said no.

Ask louder.

Son, what were you thinking?!

Stealing 200 frogs from the biology lab

and setting them loose on the highway!

I was freeing the alleged frog, sir.

Killing live animals in the name of science is inhumane.

No! Inhumane is sitting in a car

for two and a half hours

when I live only eight blocks from campus.

Sir, I didn't mean to...

I am very tired

of all the things that you didn't mean to do.

You didn't mean to come in four hours after curfew.

You didn't mean to replace the morning reveille record

with a selection from trip-hop wizard Tricky.

Maybe I should just rename this

"Francis's 'I didn't mean to' file."

That would be a bold choice, sir.

Glibness.

What a surprise.

I'm giving you exactly ten seconds to tell me

why I shouldn't put you on latrine detail

for the rest of this semester.

Okay. Um, why shouldn't I have to clean toilets

for the next three months?

It's an intriguing question.

Is that a new tie, sir?

Four seconds.

What a beautiful beach.

Did you take this, sir? 'Cause...

you've certainly captured your young male friend's Speedo.

That is a picture of me.

Now, if I were you,

I wouldn't try to distract me and...

Sir?

Sir?

Hmm?

That'll be all, Cadet.

(sobbing)

(sobbing stops)

Were you crying?

No, I was reading.

You don't read.

Just shut the door, Krelboyne.

(sobbing resumes)

I'm still in here, perv!

(sobbing)

Ha! You're crying.

Oh, man. You're crying.

You don't want to talk about it, do you?

It's about a girl.

I should've just walked away.

Wendy Finnerman-- she hates me.

I don't know what to do.

I've tried everything to make her like me.

(girls chattering)

(laughing)

(laughing)

(laughing)

I'm toilet-papering her house tonight.

If that doesn't work, I'm out of ideas.

Look, Reese, maybe I can help you.

What am I supposed to do?

I don't know.

Just try anything that doesn't make her cry.

I guess you could start off

by finding out stuff about her.

You know, do the things she likes to do.

Is that before or after I go T.P. her house?

Instead.

All right.

I'll try it your way.

Thanks.

No problem.

I know I'm going to pay for this, but...

(singsongy): Reese loves Wendy.

Reese loves Wendy.

Come here! Stay here! Ha-ha!

(chanting): Go Wildcats, go!

Go Wildcats, go, go!

Go Wildcats, go, go!

Go Wildcats, go, go!

(cheering)

That's it.

(screams)

Reese!

Reese, why are you dressed like that?!

I figured out what she likes.

I saw her cheering for the football team,

so I joined the cheerleading squad.

Why didn't you join the football team, doofus?

She's a cheerleader.

Reese, you're a guy.

Guy cheerleaders are the lowest of the low,

worse than band, worse than Krelboynes.

The only thing lower is that guy

that never takes his hand out of his butt.

Oh, Chester?

He's a cheerleader, too.

Does a lot of solo work.

I tried to help him.

I gave him advice.

I tried reasoning with him.

There's only one thing left to do:

sit back and laugh my ass off.

Good luck.

Come in, Cadet.

Look, sir...

I have the floor.

In the short time that you have been under my care,

we have had our share of conflicts.

In all my efforts to get through to you,

I have tried every method I know how.

And besides mental and physical abuse, sir,

exactly which methods would those be?

This photo made me realize something.

I used to be like you.

Insolent, arrogant, cavalier.

Sir, I... Floor!

Now, son, you are

on the precipice.

Now, I am going to tell you a story

about my life, in the hopes of finally getting you

to straighten yourself out.

Now, in the coming hours, you are going to hear things

that are going to horrify you.

It sounds illuminating, sir, but I have biology.

I've taken the liberty

of canceling your next three classes.

Son, do you know what a wet nurse is?

Dewey, have you forgotten me? I thought we were friends.

All of the boys and girls

on your street are my friends.

They all bought me.

Your parents have lots of money.

They're just hiding it.

But I don't want you to buy me for me.

It's for your own good.

I didn't want to tell you this,

but if you don't buy me, you'll die.

Honestly, Hal, I don't know what's wrong with Reese.

Oh, he's just a little slow.

No. I mean the way he's been acting.

Hey, Mom, where's the iron?

Ah.

It's a girl. It's a girl.

Hal, it's time for the talk.

I don't know what you mean.

The talk, Hal.

Oh, geez, he's a little young, don't you think?

You waited so long with Francis; look what happened there.

All right, but if I'm giving the talk,

all three boys are getting it at the same time.

And I'm not doing it again.

So if we have any more kids, they're on their own.

Mom, Dad, I'd really like a Herbie doll.

I know it's expensive, but I don't ask for a lot.

And I've been very good lately.

I want it! I want it! I want it! I want it!

I want it! I want it! I want it!

Looks like he found the sugar.

Oh, doesn't he look just like a little dust mop?

(chanting): Ready? Hit it.

B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!

B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E!

(clapping rhythmically)

What's that spell?

Be aggressive!

B-E aggressive!

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y.

That's the Wildcats' battle cry!

What a... geek.

I never thought...

I'd get... to say that.

Oh, my God.

I'm a Krelboyne with a brother who's a cheerleader.

I could wet my pants in public,

and it would be a lateral move.

...O-R-Y.

That's the Wildcats' battle cry!

Success!

Victory, success!

Victory, yes!

Ow! Ow!

So clumsy. (girls murmuring)

Hey, Malcolm,

you think your brother will lend me his corset?

When a Krelboyne makes fun of you,

you know you're in trouble.

See, that comment was playing off the concept

that we all have specific notions

of gender-appropriate roles.

At least they're no good at it.

So there we were--

the ocean, my stepfather and me.

As the storm raged overhead,

he made one final lunge for the rudder.

I ripped it from his hands and stared him down.

He knew that I was prepared to kill him.

I left port

that day a 16-year-old boy.

I returned a man.

That was an amazing story, sir.

I mean, I was skeptical at first,

but we do have something in common.

I mean, look at the way both our mothers abandoned us.

What are you talking about?

You know, how I was shipped off here

and you were left with your wet nurse for all those years.

That story had nothing to do with my mother.

It had to do with me finally taking responsibility

for my own actions.

Just sounded like she may have been a little bit distant.

Well, that is none of your business.

I swear, you are absolutely fixated on mothers.

I am not fixated.

Can you name one thing in your life

that you don't blame on your mother?

Sure.

(grunts) I'm sorry. I was just giving an opinion!

Well, it's that pop psychology nonsense that's...

It is nothing to get defensive about.

I am not defensive.

Every time anybody denies a lie,

they're called defensive.

Fine. I take it back. Your mother was a saint.

I am not saying that at all.

Does this look anything like a "Q"?

Reese, just stop this.

You're acting like a moron.

And you're making no progress with Wendy.

And what the hell do you need a "Q" for anyway?

You're right. I'm terrible.

I'm just not coordinated unless I'm hitting somebody.

But I really like her.

I have to get good.

Listen to the words.

Good. Boy. Cheerleader.

Quit while you still have some dignity.

Oh, and let her think I'm a quitter?

You can't even remember a simple six-step routine.

There's six steps?

Yes. It's just right, left, right, left, reverse, pose.

You remember that from just watching?

You guys did it, like, ten times.

So...

you know my routine?

It's not that hard.

But... you know my routine.

Yes, I do.

Look, I know where this is going, and...

No, you don't.

You're going to help me.

That is where I was going.

Oh. Good. Let's get started.

No! Oh, come on, you have to.

No. Don't you know how embarrassing

that could be for me?

I know what's more embarrassing. What?

Getting beaten into a coma by a good boy cheerleader.

SPANGLER: My mother was neither a Madonna or a whore!

She was a damn fine woman!

Stick your arms out!

We have to sell this!

Can you move your hand a little to the left?

REESE: Spread your legs!

MALCOLM: No!

REESE: I said spread your legs!

MALCOLM: No!

It's time for the talk, Hal.

REESE: Come on, spread your legs!

MALCOLM: I'm not spreading my legs!

(chanting): Fight, fight, fight! Fight harder!

Wildcats, help us out, fight!

Fight, fight, fight!

Fight harder!

Wildcats, help us out, fight!

We got spirit! Wildcats, we got spirit!

Wildcats, we got what? What, what, what?

What, what, what, what, what, what, what?

We got spirit!

Wildcats, we got spirit!

Wildcats, we got what? What, what, what?

What, what, what, what, what, what, what?

We got spirit!

(cheering)

Yes. Yes.

(sniffs)

Reese, that was incredible.

Who's been helping you on your spirit kicks?

(laughing)

(Reese sobbing loudly)

Come on, Reese, I really have to go!

I'm the most worthless, putrid loser in the world.

Everybody hates me.

I hate me.

(sobbing)

Your brother in there?

Where else?

Reese? Come on out. We need to have a talk.

Finally.

No, Malcolm, you're in on this talk, too.

Me? Why do I have to be here?

Relax-- it's going to be far worse for me

than it is for you.

Boys, this talk

is very important,

so I need your undivided attention.

It's very important

that you be bored and squirm a lot.

Now, I want to tell you about what happens

when a boy really, really likes a girl.

And, Dewey, I'll try to make this easy for you to understand.

Ah.

Aw, man, I still play with that.

Here we go.

You see, there's a certain thing that happens

between normal, healthy people.

It's called chemistry.

Well, that doesn't happen.

Except maybe the first time.

What does happen

is this.

I like you.

(high-pitched voice): I like you, too.

And if they love each other

and take the proper precautions, they'll have sex.

But I've told you about that already.

Not me.

Well, ask your brothers.

Now, unfortunately, if the boy is from our family,

it goes a little more like this.

I like you.

I hate you!

Now I love you!

Leave me alone!

Your insane neediness is driving me away!

Look at me! Look at me!

Look, oh, I'm crazy! Look-it!

Ooh! Ooh! Pay attention to me!

Look at me! Look at me! I'm crazy!

I'm an idiot! I'm an idiot!

Watch me crash and burn!

(hooting)

There's no explaining it.

It's hereditary.

And it goes back for generations.

Francis has it, so does Uncle Pete.

It's why your great grandpa went to work

on that oil rig in Peru.

All I know is your mother must carry

some sort of internal antidote,

because, through some fluke, I was lucky enough to get her.

I just wanted you boys to know what you were in for.

There was so much I wanted to tell her...

but she was gone.

And I... I...

Come on, sir.

Just say it.

I hated her!

(sobbing)

(sniffles)

All these issues with my mother.

I know now that this was not an accident.

You know, talking with you has helped me

work out some things with my own family.

I mean, all those years I blamed my parents

for every senseless act of self-destruction.

And all this time, I was at least partially responsible

for a couple of them.

(school bell ringing)

You know, it really means a lot to me

to know that I can come to you when I need to talk.

Familiarity breeds contempt, Cadet.

What are you doing?

What's the point?

You heard Dad. I'm doomed!

You can't quit! I've worked too hard for you to quit now!

I hate to inform you, brain boy,

it's not about you, it's about me.

That's before I spent an entire day

with your hand on my ass!

You owe me!

I can't help you.

Yes, you can!

You can break the cycle Dad was talking about!

You have to talk to Wendy!

I can't! I freeze up!

Do you want to end up like Francis? Or Uncle Pete?

I don't care anymore!

Anything's better than this!

Even marrying Mom?

Dewey, your mother and I want to talk to you.

You're a good boy.

But in life,

being good doesn't always

get you the things you want.

I guess what I'm trying to say is

that when your mother and I don't buy you a toy,

it doesn't mean that we don't love you.

Hmm?

You just have to learn that disappointment

is all part of being a grown-up.

But, luckily, you're not a grown-up yet!

Ta-da!

Wow!

(both laugh)

Oh, come on, how cute is that?

Break me.

Okay.

(chuckles)

Okay, second row.

Okay, ready? Here we go.

I... I...

Did you say something?

Wendy, I really like you.

Like when a boy likes a girl-- normal and healthy.

I'm sorry for hurting you all those times.

I'm really not a bad guy.

Anyways... thanks.

I like you, too.

Really?

Yeah.

I even kind of liked your bad boy side, too.

(all screaming)

(gasping) (gasping)

Oh, my God!

Call...

nine...

one...

(clamoring)

Hello, Mother?

It's Edwin.

Yes, it has been a long time.

So be sure to try

the new and improved Chip-A-Roo cookie today.

I can make you taller, I can make you better-looking.

If you eat enough of me, I can make you president,

maybe even emperor of the world.

Honey, can you buy me a box of these cookies?

Make it two.

Make it two boxes.